Is there even a point to writing other than self indulgence?
I'd like to think so at almost four in the morning as I procrastinate until the last possible second.
I have a creative writing assignment to finish but I'm typing all of my creative juices into this blog that only I read instead.
More like self indulgent.
I'm not sure I'll ever be good at making myself do things that I don't want to do.
It might be part of my self destructive nature.
For some reason, self sabotage is my biggest enemy.
I can succeed to a certain point and then for some unknown reason I will just stop.
I will fail on purpose.
A psychologist will have a field day diagnosing me with several social disorders and self deprecating thinking patterns.
Luckily, I know I'm not alone in this.
I know several other people my age and younger that have the same destructive tendencies.
It's quite sad how we can take a life full of opportunity and throw it away because we are afraid of success. Of what we'd have to be with that success.
I often wonder if I make any sense.
8 years ago